For a while today I thought this had to be the worst day in the history of the world, and I wanted nothing more than to crawl under a rock with the rest of the vermin. It got so bad that I ate half a box of chocolate macadamia nuts at one sitting. Itís a good thing Suzanne doesnít go to Hawaii every week, or Iíd be in even worse shape than I am. I already went through all my Girl Scout cookies in two and a half days earlier in the week, but todayís depression was even deeper.
But Iím okay now. Itís just so frustrating, because thereís nothing I can do to prove that thereís something wrong with my car. Every time I call for help, the car fixes itself before help arrives. Nothing is ever wrong when I take it to the dealer. I got put through the wringer today because it wouldnít start (again), but then it did start (as always). So itís an inconvenience, nothing more. At least, thatís how anyone who didnít have to live through it would probably look at it.
I made my daily trip to the post office, and when I got there I had a problem getting the door unlocked. Then after I got back to the car it refused to start. It wouldnít turn over, and the warning light came on with the words ďService VehicleĒ lit up. So naturally, I assumed the vehicle needed service, and I called the roadside assistance number. Towing is included in the warranty, and after hanging on the pay phone for ten minutes with who knows whose germs pressed into my ear, I got them to send me a tow truck.
Then I went back the car and it started right up. I turned off the engine and started it again. And I did it one more time, just to be sure. I went back to the pay phone to cancel the service call (of which they had no record, probably because it was too soon to get into their system) and drove home. And ate half a box of chocolate covered macadamia nuts. If Iíd had a full box, Iíd have eaten even more.